After the war, Draco fled to muggle London to try to escape prejudice, but has been trapped in an abusive relationship. Things seem hopeless until one day he runs into Harry. Will this savior be able to save him? Warning: HPDM slash to come

Authors
note: So this idea is actually a dream I had last night, which I
guess is pretty strange, but I figured I'd go with it. Also, this ignores HBP, and may seem a bit ooc, but not too much. Draco, who
has been living in muggle London since the end of the war, in less
than adequate surroundings. One day he runs into Harry, and the two
began talking again. What will happen when Harry discovers Draco's
living conditions? Read on to find out! And reviews are always nice
too ;-)

Chapter
One:

Draco
sighed, walking down a small street in muggle London. Ever since
Harry had defeated the Dark Lord during their last year at Hogwarts,
the blonde heir had found himself dragging his way through life. It
had been two years since he had entered the wizarding community and
about 6 months since he had heard any news. Few had cared that he was
gone, so there was no worry that someone might find him. Though he
knew running away was cowardly, Draco chose to look at it as
attempting to find a life without the constant prejudice against him,
the assumptions that he had been fighting alongside the Dark Lord,
rather than where he truly had been, fighting along side Harry
Potter, his childhood nemesis. There were great downsides, and his
life was nowhere near perfect at the moment, but it was something
that he could not help.

So
here he was, wandering the familiar streets of what had become is
home when he suddenly halted, eyes locked on a figure across the
street. He watched as the tall, lean figure worked happily, sweeping
outside of a small cafe. Though Draco could not yet see is face, the
unmistakably messy brunette hair caught his attention, and as the
young man looked up a small gasp escaped his lips. He found his grey
eyes locked with emerald green ones, which were covered by a familiar
pair of black rimmed glasses. As an inward debated began raging
within him, two sides arguing as to whether or not he should go over,
the handsome young man beckoned him over with a smile.

As
Draco crossed, he watched the other wave and place the broom he was
holding against the wall. A nervous feeling began creeping its' way
through him as he shoved his hands in his jean pockets, unsure of
what to say. "Hey…"

Harry
flashed him a smile, his bright eyes seeming to gleam in delight.
"Why Mr. Malfoy, I do believe this is the first time I've ever
seen you so nervous around me," he joked, letting out a small
laugh.

Draco
shook his head, his face scrunching at the thought of being called
"Mr. Malfoy." "Don't call me that," he replied sharply,
though immediately felt a bit sorry for snapping. "Sorry…being
called that just reminds me of my father…the one person I don't
want anything to do with. And I'm not nervous either…it's just
you're the first person I've seen that I know in two years. It's
been a while."

The
brunette nodded in understanding. "The only people I see are Ron
and Hermione, and occasionally the rest of the Weasleys." Before he
continued, however, Harry glanced inside and then motioned to Draco.
"I have a few more things to finish up inside, you're welcome to
come in if you'd like."

"Sure,"
Draco replied, surprised at how quickly his response had come out,
before he had even had a chance to really think about it. He followed
Harry inside, glancing around at the inner part of the diner. It was
very casual with a tint of sophistication. Wine red walls surrounded
him and round, cherry wood tables lined the walls on either side of
him. There was a very homely vibe given off by the place. "It's
nice," he stated.

This
made Harry smile. "Thanks," he replied. "I used some of my
savings to open it up. After everything that happened, I just wanted
to get away I guess. So here I am, running a café, which I
guess is probably the last thing anyone expected." As he spoke,
Draco noticed that Harry actually seemed happy with life at the
moment. He noticed the other's eyes surveying his as well, almost
trying to silently ask how his life has been.

Rather
than make the boy, no, young man, wait, he volunteered some
information in regards to himself, but not a lot. "I'm happy for
you," he said first, for he truly was. "I've…been alright I
suppose. It's been different, trying to live here, but I've been
managing alright I think."

He
watched Harry nod, though noticed as he turned away a small frown was
beginning to form. "Would you like a tea or coffee before I start
closing down?"

"That'd
be great," Draco replied, taking a seat at one of the tables. "I
must say, it seems you've done really well for yourself. Business
is going well I assume?"

Harry
nodded. "Yes actually, much better than I had originally hoped.
Mornings here are absolutely mad. I actually think I might have to
hire some help. It gets so busy that I barely have enough time to get
to everyone. I wouldn't mind being able to use a bit of magic, but
rules and all that."

Draco
raised a brow. "You saved an entire world Harry. I doubt you'd be
thrown in Azkaban for a bit of magic use around muggles."

For
the first time, Draco found himself smiling and a small laugh
escaped, surprising not only Harry but himself as well. "During our
years at school you didn't seem to let that stop you. If I remember
correctly you were quite the rule breaker when we were younger."

Finishing
up a few things behind the counter, Harry rejoined Draco and sat
down, placing down two steaming cups of coffee. "What can I say? I
admit I was a bit of a trouble maker," Harry paused to take a sip
of his coffee. "But you weren't completely innocent either."

Draco
sipped his coffee and shrugged lightly. "I may not have been an
angel, but I was never in as much trouble as you were. I was
just…secretive."

Harry
shook his head, laughing lightly. "That certainly is one way to
look at it I suppose. Still…you certainly made life at Hogwarts
interesting, at least for me. You always kept me on my toes."

"Well
I'm glad I could be of assistance," he answered, gently brushing
back a few strands of his silky hair. For the first time since he had
left everything he knew, Draco found himself enjoying someone's
company.

The
two spent the next couple hours talking and reminiscing of days that
had passed years ago, each surprised at the ease at which
conversation came. Yet as the sun began to set Draco glanced outside
and sighed, knowing that he had better get going. He looked up at
Harry, offering a small smile. "I should get going. I lost track of
the time." As he stood up to leave he watched as this companion
stood as well.

"I
should be getting home too," Harry said, answering Draco's
unasked question. "Perhaps we can walk together for a bit until we
go our separate ways."

"Sure…,"
the blonde answered, again without thinking before he spoke. This
served to tell him that despite the need to cut himself off from
everyone and everything he once knew, a part of him still reached out
for familiarity. Not to mention he could not help but notice that
Harry and grown to be quite a handsome young man. Yet as they left
the café and began walking down the street he immediately
berated himself, knowing nothing good would come of being attracted
to Harry Potter.

The
two turned down a small side street, chatting idly as they walked.
Not sure of where to look, Draco found himself glancing into small
shops through the windows until suddenly his eyes locked on a figure,
instantly putting him on alert. He glanced over at Harry, unsure of
what to do but not wanting the other to get involved. There was a
small glimmer of hope that perhaps he would not be seen but it was
quickly dashed as his eyes locked with a pair of onyx ones, which
went with the face of a very angry young man.

Harry
furrowed his brow. "Alright…so let's go. I've got nothing
else I have to be doing right now."

"NO!"
Draco closed his eyes for a moment, silently cursing himself. "I
mean…It will only take a minute. Just keep going and I'll catch
up." He silently pleaded for Harry to listen, biting his lip as he
heard the small bell ring above the door behind him. He looked up at
Harry one more time, his eyes begging him to keep going without him.
"Please…"And thankfully, though unknown to him reluctantly,
Harry gave a slight nodded and started walking, a bit slower than
before.

"Starting
to fraternize are we?" A cold voice came from behind him.

Letting
out a shaky breathe he turned around, facing a man whose eyes were
blazing. "Dominic… he's just someone I used to go to school
with. No one important."

He
received a sneer in response and suddenly winced as he was shoved
back into the brick wall, his head smacking into the concrete.
"That's not what it seemed like from where I was standing…the
two of you seemed rather chummy I'd say. You wouldn't be going
off and messing around behind my back now would you? I'd simply
hate to think about how that would make me feel…"

Draco
shook his head frantically. "No! I'd never even think of doing
that…you know I wouldn't. Harry and I just-" Before he could
finish he almost doubled over as Dominic's knee was shoved into his
gut, letting out a small yell.

"Sh…sh….,"
the man cooed, letting out a small chuckle as he lifted Draco's
face. "I know you wouldn't. It would be the stupidest thing you
could do…"

Even
though he was still talking, Draco found it harder and harder to pay
attention, unable to concentrate on anything but the piercing pain.
This was the reason that he barely registered it when he heard a yell
and suddenly Dominic was on the ground unconscious. Without the
strong grip holding him up Draco would have slid to the ground, but
suddenly felt himself being supported by someone else. He slowly
lifted his head and saw a flash of green. "H-Harry…"

"Sh…it's
alright I've got you," his savior said softly. "It seems one of
us was being a bit dishonest when saying things were going alright…"

"Sorry…"
Draco responded immediately, grasping his stomach. He glanced down at
the vicious man who had beat him. "Y-you don't know what you've
done…you should have just kept going."
"And let him keep
hitting you?" Harry asked, frowning. "Besides…I have a hero
complex remember?" He laughed lightly, trying to lighten the
situation. "It's a saving people thing. I can't help it. Now
I'm taking you back to my flat, and then I want to know how you've
Really been doing."

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